Good morning, DearHeart.
I am a homebody. Deluxe. Home is my place of peace.
I’ve always been compelled to bring a certain level of comfort to our home … a place where our sons and their families come as a place of refuge and peace … an escape, like my mom & dad created for us – a home that Steve, and Russ, and I, and our kids still run to.
My guys were in and out this past weekend. Luke came through and smelled Aunt Norma Lee’s recipe for ‘trash’ (Chex mix) baking in the oven and said, ‘It smells like fall in here – I love this time of year!’ I totally agree. Deer season begins next weekend and there are certain sounds and smells and traditions that invite them in. It is intentional.
I want my home to be a safe haven for my family, for Dale to gladly anticipate coming home each day. I want my home to be
-relaxing; a refuge from this busy life;
-warm and loving, so that my man and my family feel my love before they even see me;
-a place of tranquility and peace, a place that is conducive to learning of God’s unconditional love for them.
-a place free of clutter so our minds can likewise be free of clutter. (I’m working on this one, lol).
-to be inviting and welcoming. I want to share God’s love with those coming into our house by how our home feels; not stuffy and perfect, but rather comfortable and loving. Creating a place we call ‘home’ provides a foundation for reaching, caring for, and loving on others.
“By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.”
Proverbs 24:3-4 ESV
Wake up.
Create warmth.
Precious and pleasant.
Go.
